Wicked Horse Vegas Series Audio Bundle (Complete Series)

Wicked Favor (Narrated by Lance Greenfield and Kirsten Leigh):
He is the enigmatic owner of The Wicked Horse Vegas, an exclusive sex club high above the glitz and glamour of the Vegas strip. She’s in danger and needs his help, but as the sister of his sworn enemy, she’s the last person he wants to help. Wicked Favor is an enemies-to-lovers contemporary romance standalone.

Wicked Wish (Narrated by Lance Greenfield and Kirsten Leigh):
She’s reeling after her husband’s betrayal and decides The Wicked Horse is just what she needs to get her groove back. It might be the club’s masquerade ball, but he knows exactly who is hiding beneath the mask of sapphire feathers. She’s completely off limits, but impossible to resist. Wicked Wish is a best friend’s little sister contemporary romance standalone.

Wicked Envy (Narrated by Lance Greenfield and Kirsten Leigh):
Three best friends who decide to explore a whole new side to their friendship. But when their physical relationship blooms into something more, will their bonds of friendship be broken forever? Wicked Envy is a MFM friends-to-lovers contemporary romance standalone.

Wicked Wedding (Narrated by Lance Greenfield and Kirsten Leigh):
Having participated in a sexual relationship with his two best friends, he’s looking for his own happily ever after. She’s on the run from her wedding after finding out her fiancée was unfaithful. A chance meeting leads to Vegas nuptials, but does it include a happy ending? Wicked Wedding is a contemporary romance standalone.

Wicked Choice (Narrated by Lance Greenfield and Kirsten Leigh):
When a mission between these two teammates goes wrong, they cross a line they swore they’d never cross. But that one night led to lifelong consequences as they face a pregnancy one of them never wanted, and the other can’t wait for. Wicked Choice is an accidental pregnancy, workplace, contemporary romance standalone.

Wicked Knight (Narrated by Lance Greenfield and Kirsten Leigh):
He has long sworn off relationships, instead finding his pleasure at The Wicked Horse. She’s down on her luck, working three jobs just to make ends meet and saving money to try to get custody of her daughter back from her sleazy ex. One unlikely proposition changes everything. Wicked Knight is a boss/employee contemporary romance standalone.

Wicked Angel (Narrated by Lance Greenfield and Kirsten Leigh):
He suffered an unimaginable loss which left him a shell of the man he once was. Over the monotony of dating, she isn’t looking for anything more than a good time. Their nights together at the Wicked Horse Vegas provide them with the things they both seek and nothing more. Until they realize there is more there than they ever imagined.

Wicked Secret (Narrated by Lance Greenfield and Kirsten Leigh):
Ten years ago, he lost the love of his life when she vanished in the middle of the night. After a decade without contact, she shows up on his doorstep, ready to bare her secrets to him. Nothing could prepare them for what happens next.

Wicked Billionaire (Narrated by Lance Greenfield and Kirsten Leigh):
He’s the prince of a luxury hotel empire, taking whatever he wants and giving nothing in return. She’s the hotel housekeeper who just caught his eye with her smart mouth and quick wit. After he makes her an offer she simply can’t refuse, the lines of professionalism are obliterated.

★★★★★ "Sawyer Bennett has brought the Wicked Horse back, and it is better than ever!!" - Sarah, Goodreads

★★★★★ "You know the saying “What happens in Vegas…” Yeah I’m sure you get the idea, but let me spell it out for you anyway; everything that happens is H.O.T, S.E.X.Y and sooooooooo E.R.O.T.I.C." - Megan, Steamy Reads Blog

★★★★★ "Ladies...are you ready to saddle back into the Wicked Horse? If the answer is, YES then get ready to giddy up for one sexy, racy, provocative, sensual, erotic and tantalizing journey where sex, passion, revenge, lust, and romance collides in one unforgettable fashion." - Michelle, Goodreads

----- EXCERPT FROM WICKED KNIGHT -----

“Close the door,” I order, not wanting Gerda listening in on us.

She reacts immediately. After she’s done my bidding, she turns and starts to blabber. “I’m so sorry, Mr. Knight. I’m not usually that clumsy. I barely touched the vase, but it wobbled. When I tried to steady it, I accidently knocked the damn thing right off the pedestal. But please don’t fire me. I need this job more than you can even imagine. I’ll pay you back for the vase.”

“It was a one-of-a-kind, commissioned piece that cost seventy-five-thousand dollars,” I inform her blandly.

“Fuck,” she curses again, and I find myself liking that dirty mouth a lot. What I wouldn’t give for that mouth on me.

“A payment plan then,” she blurts out.

“Pretty sure it would take you the rest of your natural life… and then your children’s lives, too, to pay it back,” I drawl, taking a step toward her. She holds her ground. Stopping in front of her, I tuck my hands casually in my pockets.

“I work three jobs,” she says as she stares up at me. Although she gives off a somewhat tough and sassy exterior, I like that I tower over her and could probably easily break her if I wanted to. “I’ll make it work somehow. Please, don’t fire me.”

“Why three jobs?” I ask curiously, because while she and I are nothing alike, I do admire a hard work ethic.

Her jaw tightens, and she lifts her chin in defiance. Her words are short and clipped. “I have family to take care of.”

Not really of interest to me, but I like that she’s desperate and part of her fate is now in my hands.

Turning away from her, I saunter over to a file cabinet that’s up against one wall. “I would be amenable to you working the debt off for me.”

“How?” Her tone is instantly suspicious, and it tells me she’s no dummy. She probably knows where I’m going with this.

I ignore her for a moment as I slide the top drawer open. Flipping through a few vertical files, I finally find the one I’m searching for. After I pull out a piece of paper, I close the cabinet.

Turning back to her, I make my offer. “One night with me at my sex club and I’ll forgive the entire debt.”

Hannah blinks at me, and the most stupid thought comes to my mind. What is her last name? Is it sweet and innocent sounding like “Hannah,” or is it filled with gumption since I sense that in her as well? For the life of me, I can’t figure out why that would even cross my mind because it’s of no consequence.

is of no consequence other than to fulfill a fantasy I’ve managed to develop in the past five minutes.

Those eyes, which are just a few shades lighter than cognac, narrow at me. “You want to have sex with me in exchange for me breaking an overpriced and not very attractive piece of glass?”

“Yes, at my sex club, the Wicked Horse,” I add, so she understands that requirement. I ignore her slam at my art purchase. “It’s a safe environment, and I won’t ask you to do anything you’re not comfortable with.”

“Do I look like a whore?” she snarls, teeth bared. My cock starts to fucking swell at the thought of bringing her to heel.

“Not at all,” I say smoothly. “But you do look adventurous. It will be fun and incredibly liberating for you.”

“Because you’re basically offering to pay me for sex? By forgiving a seventy-five-thousand-dollar debt?” Her hands ball into fists, which she perches on her hips. My hands would look good on her hips, holding her from behind.

“I’m offering you a way out of an expensive predicament you just landed yourself in. I wouldn’t think you a whore if you accepted. Merely an enterprising, smart woman who knows a good deal when she sees it.”

I expect her to throw more indignation my way. Let’s face it… I’ve insulted her in making my offer.

Instead, she surprises me by saying, “What if I’m not attracted to you?”

Lust flashes through me, and I prowl toward her. She holds her ground. When I’m inches away, she starts to step backward. I follow until her back comes up against the door, but stop short of touching her in any way.

Bending slightly, I place my mouth near her ear. I can feel the harsh escape of her breath against the side of my neck when I whisper, “How about this… you come with me to my sex club. We’ll have a drink. Talk.”

Hannah makes a sound in her throat, which could be desire or disgust, but it doesn’t stop me.

“If I can’t get you wet while we talk, I’ll accept you’re not attracted to me. Of course, it will take my hand between your legs to verify, but I’m quite sure I know what I’ll find. You’ll want it, Hannah, trust me. And when the night is over, you’ll be thanking me.”